Page 59 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

She shook her head, her pretty eyes large with desperation. “I can’t.”

“You will.” I kept moving my fingers inside of her, leaning down to flick my tongue back and forth over her clit.

A quick glance up and I saw her shove a pillow over her face and scream into it. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers and I shoved my cum as high up inside of her as I could.

I stretched out beside her, letting her catch her breath before I kissed her. “We should get back downstairs.”

It only took a few minutes to clean up and get dressed. I poked my head out into the hall and waved to her to follow me. Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I led her downstairs.

“Oh there you are!” We both froze as Mom poked her head out of the kitchen. “Are you still willing to help with those cupcakes, Bailey?”

“Of course, Mrs. Wolfe,” Bailey replied, smiling.

“Please, just Jean.”

I followed them into the kitchen, unwilling to leave her side yet. Sitting over at the kitchen island, I watched her and my mom chat and whip up a couple batches of cupcakes. When it came time to frost them my brows shot up as she put frosting in some kind of bag, then started decorating them to look like different kinds of flowers.

Mom’s eyes met mine, surprise evident in her gaze. “Those are beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Bailey said, still focusing on her creations.

“You like to bake?” I asked.

Her smile was bright. “I was supposed to work with a bakery this summer… Before my dad hijacked my plan and made me go to Colombia.”

“You’re very talented,” Mom told her.

“I appreciate that. I want to open my own bakery one day.”

I wanted to stay and listen in, but my phone rang. Stepping outside, I answered it after recognizing the phone number. “Colonel.”

“Captain Wolfe. I need you, Gunnery Sergeant Collins, and Sergeant Towers to report to my office tomorrow. Oh nine hundred hours.”

“Yes, sir.” That didn’t sound good.

The colonel didn’t expand on the order, just cut the connection, leaving me to wonder what the fuck was going on. I’d notified him that our mission with Senator Michaels was over and we’d taken leave in order to get some extra time with Bailey before we went back into the rotation. She needed time to settle in, and I was hoping to find out who the fuck had helped those assholes in Colombia before we’d have to leave for the next mission.

“What’s up?”

I looked over at Jas and shook my head. “Nothing good. Colonel wants to talk to us tomorrow at nine.” Kip wandered over and caught us speculating on whether Senator Michaels had anything to do with us being called in. “Of course he does,” Kip said, taking a drink from his beer. “Guy’s a dickhead. Now is when he tries out petty revenge.”

We all chuckled at that, then Jas and Kip shared a look. Jas turned back toward me. “Any reason you look like that?”

“Like what?” I asked, not falling for his needling.

Kip gave an exaggerated sniff. “Forget what he looks like. You smell like sex.”

“Fuck off,” I told him, glancing around to make sure none of the kids were within ear shot.

“Does that mean we all get to fuck her soon?” Jas asked, licking his lips in anticipation.

Before I had a chance to respond, a few of my brothers wandered over and we all started talking football.

By the time the food was ready and everyone was piled at the various picnic tables, I was ready to have more alone time with Bailey. I wasn’t ready to have her too far from me. All the women gathered around a table and started talking, leaving us guys to fend for ourselves and the kids.

Reaching out an arm, I snatched up a little girl who went running by. “You eat yet?” I asked, tickling her belly.

Her loud laughter made me grin. “No, Uncle Wolfe.”

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